Short Story Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

She had heard stories of the time before that stated it was the most dangerous time when no one was safe and wars filled the lands of Huskarian. Although, that was all she knew. Thinking of this, Leanunya stood up and started to look for an older history book but to no avail. She had once tried looking for a book about it before but as now had no luck no matter what library she went to. She couldn’t understand why there was no history on it, not even a little. The only knowledge she could find about that time was all spoken stories.

I must do my objective here first. at last, now here in the History section. unlike the books from other shelves who has the same way of oldness in them, the books in the History section has different stages of being old. some are really worn out and some where just fairly new. grabbing a random book, I skimmed through the pages, wanting to know what era or year this was written, or what year did the content of the book happened. but the book only talked about the happenings of the coronation of the King Youseff Troy Von Travensky and Queen Violetta Suzette Perues. grabbing another book, i skimmed again but it was not the one i was looking for, ‘Maybe i should go for the newer ones.’

"It teaches you about the French Revolution, which took place in the seventeen-nineties in the country of France. It is a good book if you like history or violence or exciting suspense. It is a love story, too. All in all, it is an excellent book." Jane started towards her seat. Relief mingled with pride. It was over now, the book and the report. If the length counted for anything, she would get an A plus. Her report hadn't been as long and flowery as Lucy's, but it had been more interesting and informative than Emily's. Maybe she'd even get an A for the trimester. If Jane were the one giving out grades, anyone who read a book with 422 pages would get an A for the year. But when she looked b

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

Then she remembered- while she was exploring her room, she had seen one of the cupboards that had books in it, and she went in search of one. She found a few titles and decided to stick to some historical romance she found, about the Comanche warriors and blood moons, Texans, war and the Prairie. It was just as she sat down that she heard Charity's familiar knocking pattern. Pulling open the door, she saw her friends and ushered them in.

Time, that had once divided them, now seemed to stretch languorously, allowing them to truly see the other, experience each other's world, and form an inexplicable bond. Abigail was gradually immersing herself in the nuances of the 19th century, her historian's fascination coupling beautifully with her instinctive adaptability. Meanwhile, Vincent found himself equally drawn to her tales of the future, his inquisitiveness opening his mind to ideas and concepts that were once unimaginable. Their evenings often found them engrossed in discussions, sometimes heated, always interesting, their debates enlivened by the chirping of cicadas and the hum of the Provencal night.

She tried so hard to resist me but couldn't. Our history teacher moved into the class and dropped her bag on the table. She taught us about the cold war in the town in 1935. I wasn't around town then, so I paid much attention. She explained that some soldiers had invaded the town and had tried to take over the town. They had caused a rampage in town, robbing food from stores and treating the citizens the way they liked. I clenched my jaws as I heard that and felt angry that I wasn't there to stop that. If I had been here, those soldiers who have been dead under thirty minutes. I loved this town greatly and would do anything to protect it. Maybe I was destined to be the King of Winekove, and

I was trying to build a bridge between them, one noble fact at a time. My satchel thumped gently against my side as I searched for a title I hadn’t read yet: The Council of Nine – Founding Politics and Modern Reform. Sexy stuff. Just the kind of bedtime story that might keep me and my mom alive. I rounded the corner into the historical law section and nearly collided with two women whispering between the shelves. They jumped back, blinking at me like I’d walked in on something scandalous. “Oh,” one said quickly. “Sorry. We thought no one came here.”

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

This book does try to stay as truthful to the time period as possible and the legends and folk tales of the places it tackles, however, some historical anachronisms may happen, and sometimes I will favour fiction over historical accuracy. The first story is complete and ready for you to enjoy.